PAD challenge Day 10: write a future poem
The future has a funny way
Of turning into past
This little cup we call Today
Is emptied far too fast
All Unknown in tomorrow lies
No one can know its lot
The future, though we fantasize
Is never what we thought
I could not bear today’s regale
Or hear its melody
If someone drew aside the veil
From morrow’s mystery
We chase the sun across the skies
Yet every night it slips
Into an ocean of Good-byes
Beyond our finger-tips
One foot and then the other, love
Through both life’s good and ill
Tomorrow never really comes
Yet is today’s refill
The Hand from which Time’s moment’s rain
In gasps of joy or sorrow
Does not falter but will remain
Beneath every tomorrow
© Janet Martin
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Heb. 13:8
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